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Unpopular opinion, and I promise I’m saying this in good faith and not as a criticism of people just trying to do business: holy shit, people are essentially rolling negative equity into mortgages even though rates haven’t eclipsed 7.5% What could possibly go wrong?

Can the state compel my wife to agree to sex on demand and make her act like she’s having a great time?

The latter. I didn’t investigate thoroughly but it does involve sending copies of identification cards.

I live close enough to LA that, well, certain sites occasionally get blocked. Honestly, I’m not mad. My work productivity should improve dramatically. Until then I’ll be in my bunk.

Local credit union is advertising a free 3 year rate swap. Saw the billboard but haven't investigated. Sounds a little like what you just described.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

My total out-of-pocket for both eyes is about $12k. But I'm only 50 so I look at it as an ROI against having to buy 2 pair of glasses (including progressive custom-made polarized Costa sunglass lenses) every year or so. I can't wait to fish and golf without prescription lenses.

Wow. The obituary was finally posted today. Her alcoholic husband wasn't even included in the obituary, but the rest of the family was. And then this: “If you or someone you know is involved in an abusive relationship, please reach out to the 24-hour Domestic Abuse safeline at 1-800-522-SAFE(7233), or, for a mental health crisis dial 988”

That's why I paid for the premium, laser adjustable lenses. He can go back afterwards and fine tune them.

Rickie!!! What a clutch win. Really happy for that guy. Those approaches on 18 x 2 were nails.

Smh at this disease sometimes. God, I'm so glad I'm sober. I've spent the better part of several years trying to share experience, strength and hope with my wife's distant familial connection who has been circling the drain. While simultaneously trying to explain the insanity of alcoholism to his adoring wife. My last call with her I recommended that she “lawyer up, cut him off, get on your father’s jet, go somewhere peaceful and forget all about him before he kills you, nothing short of that, I'm serious.” So he ends up in rehab(s), insanity ensues, he meets someone and runs off with her. At this point I'm hearing stories but I'm not really paying attention because I've seen this show before. This morning I get a call, last night he had returned home (reason unknown) and per the security camera footage, he was walking up to her when she pulled her pistol and blew her brains out. ???????

Answering this under the good faith assumption that you are an actual alcoholic rather than a hard drinker. Go find your tribe. Go to a variety of meetings and start meeting people, because if there is a great chance that if you're the former, these are your new friends. From AA, page 152: “We know our friend is like a boy whistling in the dark to keep up his spirits. He fools himself. Inwardly he would give anything to take half a dozen drinks and get away with them. He will presently try the old game again, for he isn't happy about his sobriety. He cannot picture life without alcohol. Some day he will be unable to imagine life either with alcohol or without it. Then he will know loneliness such as few do. He will be at the jumping-off place. He will wish for the end. We have shown how we got out from under. You say, "Yes, I'm willing. But am I to be consigned to a life where I shall be stupid, boring and glum, like some righteous people I see? I know I must get along without liquor, but how can I? Have you a sufficient substitute?" Yes, there is a substitute and it is vastly more than that. It is a fellowship in Alcoholics Anonymous. There you will find release from care, boredom and worry. Your imagination will be fired. Life will mean something at last. The most satisfactory years of your existence lie ahead. Thus we find the fellowship, and so will you. "How is that to come about?" you ask. "Where am I to find these people?" You are going to meet these new friends in your own community. Near you, alcoholics are dying helplessly like people in a sinking ship. If you live in a large place, there are hundreds. High and low, rich and poor, these are future fellows of Alcoholics Anonymous. Among them you will make lifelong friends.” AA is the best entertainment a dollar or two can buy.

Cataract surgery today. Game changer. Can't wait to get the other eye done. No prescription glasses ever again.

Nice. I was driving west on Huebner about to turn south on NW military listening to WOAO when I did the exact same thing.

Wanna know why there aren't many posts about problems with tundras? My 2018 is by far the best vehicle I've ever owned. I'm keeping it forever, since with 78k it's virtually brand new.

I am. The shock of it all is wearing off, and I am left with sorrow, anger, and a general sadness. Work is helping to keep my mind occupied, but I dread heading back for the funeral, which will be on July 8th. I've also come to realize my emotional limits, that when it seems too much to bear that I need to focus on self-care. I've always been someone who takes on others’ burdens, and that's not healthy or sustainable. There's a vast difference between being supportive and helpful versus just absorbing someone else’s grief. I do it with my children in their non-existent relationship with their mother.

Appreciate it. I'm numb. Trying to get back to work a little today. And I have a new favorite baseball team, I haven't really had one since the 1990s Rangers. But my surviving nephew’s team is Toronto, and I promised him I'd watch them the rest of the season. Maybe I'm trauma bonding but it's clear I need more in common with him. My sister is shattered, but she is a survivor. She was a marathon runner until surviving a stroke at 37, and is pretty even keeled. She's very social and has a lot of friends to share her burden. My BIL is just in angry anguish. I watched him obsess over mortuary stuff for an entire weekend. The thought of any business profiting from his sons death turns his stomach. It's crazy how fixated he gets on trivial things. I kept gently reminding him that he needed to let the professionals do their job, but mainly just sat back and watched, knowing his particular coping mechanism is to go full OCD on a spreadsheet. He is a corporate lawyer so it's not some weird anti-capitalist thing. He hates socializing and generally doesn't like people. I've often joked he needs a mistress but his drives aren't in that arena. He’d rather play 8 hours of tennis.

Thanks man. We were actually talking about their recent New York trip, you met him. The non-baseball-obsessed kid.

several of you have been on my mind as I've been with my only blood sibling (sister) and BIL for two days following their 15-year-old son’s suicide. [mention=93]troph[/mention] for sharing your journey. My nephew was gender fluid and gay, which I knew would be the case when he was about 6. He hadn’t made definitive decisions, but his parents would have supported gender-affirming care from the beginning. It was a judgment-free household. My Jack hated that he was tall, hated that he had to shave. In his mind, he wanted to be waif-like and delicate. [mention=137]lidig8r[/mention] for sharing your daughter’s story and your resulting activism. My sis and BIL have decided their new calling is assisting the families of others in similar situations. The last two days have been the hardest in my life. My baby sister is wholly shattered, and can’t comprehend her powerlessness in a crisis she couldn’t have envisioned. My BIL is second-guessing every parenting decision he has ever made. And they were the ideal parents; open-minded, supportive, and willing to sacrifice everything for their child. This happened in progressive as fuck Happy Valley, OR, where the churches fly pride flags, and the schools have LGBTQ clubs. Today I drug them and my remaining nephew out of the house and drove up the Columbia River gorge to White Salmon, WA, for lunch. I had to get them away from where he died and into a scenic vista to help them process. I loved that kid so much. In my mind, he was perfect. My job this weekend is to be their rock while they lose their shit. I still can’t believe this is real.

I'm just checking in during my hiatus from doom-scrolling the rest of the site (it's so addicting) for a specific reason. I'm on a plane to Portland because on Wednesday night, my 15-year-old nephew decided to end it all. Far and away the most shattering event in my family's history. Y'all, I am so damned grateful to be sober, safe, and reasonably sane today, to drop everything instantly and jump into service. Everything irrelevant melts away. It was apparent from toddlerhood that he had the "ism's." Maybe that's why I loved him/her/they so much (he was still figuring out his pronouns.) Helluva weekend ahead, friends.

I’m going to take a weeklong hiatus from the screen. Just to see if I can do it. I think I’m addicted to doomscrolling. See y’all later. Now if I can only resist the urge to check back for replies.

It’s ok, all we have to do is stockpile enough ARs, ammo and provisions to hold us over until the economy turns itself inside out, right? I would have liked to have seen Montana, with my AI generated wife.